I . . . Am Always Half

I Am No Indiscriminate Novel Reader. The Mere Trash Of The Common Circulating Library I Hold In The Highest Contempt.

Next To Being Married, A Girl Likes To Be Crossed In Love A Little Now And Then. It Is Something To Think Of, And Gives Her A Sort Of Distinction Among Her Companions

There Are Such Beings In The World -- Perhaps One In A Thousand -- As The Creature You And I Should Think Perfection; Where Grace And Spirit Are United To Worth, Where The Manners Are Equal To The Heart And Understanding; But Such A Person May Not Come In Your Way, Or, If He Does, He May Not Be The Eldest Son Of A Man Of Fortune, The Near Relation Of Your Particular Friend, And Belonging To Your Own County.

It Is Very Well Worthwhile To Be Tormented For Two Or Three Years Of One's Life, For The Sake Of Being Able To Read All The Rest Of It.

She Mediated, By Turns, On Broken Promises And Broken Arches, Phaetons And False Hangings, Tilneys And Trap-doors.